Witchcraft - Matt Costa

You put a spell on me girl

Some kind of southern breeze, and I know what it means

I’m not a superstitious man

But you’re calling me back after being with him

You got me feeling strange

Pins and pains that I cannot explain

I can’t explain

You must be using witchcraft

I met her Monday morning, by Monday evening I had found

She had a reputation, Miss Fiery hair is gonna put you down

She’s got me saying something I never thought that I’d be saying again

And I can’t explain

'Cause you’re the dark black cat that crosses my path

And you’re the mystic train that rolls off the track

It must be witchcraft for you to do someone like that

It must be witchcraft for you to do someone like that

You got me feeling strange

Pins and pains that I cannot explain

You got me saying something I never thought that I’d be saying again

And I can’t explain, you must be using witchcraft